Dying into a dance,Dismal the tide of woes,Your eyes still can't seeA wave in the foaming streamsTurned loose our prayings son.The crawling snakes of massacre mesmerize the worn-out.Blood And Grey Skies EntwinedWe gathered the first drop after the biteAnd spilled the poisonOverThe earth.The taste of rain was bitterThe crawling snakes of massacre mesmerize the worn-out.Blood and grey skies entwined.